I recollect a couple’s slide show of clouds. They pointed out faces, no profiles but varied frontals peering out. Not the everyday storm silhouettes or Jesus lookalikes; my nape hair quilled when I perceived these integrated and finely detailed air etchings. I know we can conjure the human face from chaos. Curiosity shapes the skeptic. […]
They mosey ’round the tipi rings up onto Longview Hummock. Comanche Champ III low-sets his head as is his wont these days. The grizzled rider squints towards the south and thoughts of Texas, the Goodnight Loving Trail, Wyoming, Montana, Whoop-Up, and Johnny Ware’s Bar U drift over him like smoke and dust and rain. Beyond […]
The look on his face when she said she was leaving was the same as the look on the face of the human cannonball when he burst out the muzzle of the barrel and realized that the net was in the wrong spot. ~ Carla Maj-Pfleger Carla Maj-Pfleger is a teacher and writer from St […]
When a town is cremated, only shadows line the street to watch the parade. As a plague of ashes swirls around the marching band and their seventy-six trombones the rest of us slump like road kill at the Coachmen where the beer’s the coldest thing for 50 miles. And while some old guy at the […]
